Now he's gotten out, he's gotten free, he gotta go, got a car ...

Am I missing something? I'm not saying that I am forgetting something or lacking something, what I mean is, am I missing life experiences, life chances. My mother always joked that I was born 40 years old. I don't feel the need to drink, the allure of drugs, the point of random sex with strangers, or the need to stay up all night and party.

My friends see me, ditzy and blonde with childlike views of the world. Sure I might not catch on to jokes right away, and I still believe that the world is good, but I feel so old next to my friends. And I feel so out of place. There's the need to take care of everyone, to make sure my friends are safe, and I know I can't do that if I'm out being wild.

But someone pointed out that all I do is sleep. In order for me to function, I need sleep, at least 10 hours. For me to get 10 hours, I can't be up until 5am every weekend and then sleep until 3pm every day. It doesn't work like that for me.

What I want to know is am I missing life experiences? Am I missing something by not being drunk, passing on the drugs, and keeping my legs shut? Is it possible that I've already experienced these parts of life? I mean, if I was born 40, I'm already 58. I should be close to being a grandmother, edging in on retirement, not being a woman of the night, slobbering drunk, and all high/cracked out on whatever.

Is there something I can do to correct this without compromising who I am, a 40 year old woman, trapped in an 18 year old body?

I am going, I am going, Where streams of whiskey are flowing

Watching reruns of CSI and Hey! Arnold made me remember that I have never been on a Tunnel of Love. I want to know what one is like, what is inside of one, is it really all that love-y, and what is it really all about? The only problem is having someone to ride it with. Don't get me wrong, I have friends, but I want to ride it with the one I love, since it is the Tunnel of Love and all.
Hmmm guess I need to get moving.
1.) Find a guy I love
2.) Locate carnival
3.) Ride Tunnel of Love
4.) Blog about the experience

Crawlin through the swamps and you here me moan....

My addiction with hockey has gone too far. No one specific thing has happened to make me say this, but I love it too much. Last night, the Rangers won against the Devils for the 7th time this season. To me, that's fantastic, I hate the Devils. The downside, none of my friends like hockey. Okay so there's three, but they like the Devils, so I can't celebrate this fact with them. The most unfun thing? When the Rangers win, well, ummm, I usually end up very horny. And I'm not the kind of person who just runs out and grabs the first random guy, but it is a possibility when the Rangers win. And that is not good.

In other news, the past two nights have been horribly awkward. Once again, I'm not saying any more on the topic. Sorry that I'm not in a sharing mood, but that's what happens when I get to pick and choose what ends up in a blog.


But I do have one thing to share, the new Panic! At the Disco CD. So I haven't heard much of it yet, just a few samples, so don't think I'm going to review it, but I will ramble for a bit on them. My music taste is quite random, if you haven't noticed from the titles of my entries. I like anything, including some emo-y/whiny crap. That is the category the original P!ATD CD fell under. Apparently the boys have hit puberty, grown up, lived a little and realized that a breakup isn't the end of a world. Now their music is all happy and life loving, which I think is great and I will probably end up listening to it endlessly in my car this summer. If you have a problem with this, go ahead and judge me. But music is music, its subjective. Whatever you like is fine with me, yeah even if you like country I can live with it.

And I'm all outta love, I'm so lost without you

The past two posts have been about hockey, and while I love hockey, I feel that I'm being a bit repetitive and I intend to do something about it. NEW TOPIC! (Side note: Rangers kicked Devils ass again, 7th time this season. Okay, I swear no more hockey.)

I watch too many movies. I really do, and the sad thing is, the list of movies that I want to see never seems to shrink. Its is this mutating phenomenon, I watch one and add 5 more. My biggest problem, I will watch almost anything. Dramas, comedies, documentaries, subtitle, low-budget, horror, billion dollar special effects, and really really crappy teen movies. But what I've decided is to review one movie a week. I really don't give a crap about what you think of it, and I know you probably don't care what I think, but at least its not hockey, right?

Alright so to kick this off, the most appropriate movie would be The Princess Bride. However, I already have an entire post about The Princess Bride and how much I love it, so another post would be quite unnecessary. I also want to review Mystery, Alaska, but alas, it is a hockey movie (waaaaaay better than Miracle. Less cheesy Disney moments, more off color and I'm-the-town-manwhore jokes.)

Now this is my blog, and they are my rules, so why not break them? Because this damn blog needs structure and I will not break the rules just to amuse you! So, unfortunately if you choose to continue reading, you will read my review 27 Dresses staring that really annoying chick from Knocked Up and Grey's Anatomy (??).

I'm blogging while I'm watching, so everything will be fresh in my mind.

Ten minutes in, and I'm seriously wonder where my chick flix loving chip has gone. I want to punch her, and although I love James Marsden, his character is such a typical male, its annoying. The plot is so thin, I already know what's going to happen. Mehhhhhhh. The blonde is a woman obsessed with weddings. She returns home from work, and reads the fucking wedding announcements section. Who cares? James Marsden wants to rip apart the institution of marriage. Whoa what a shock!

Twenty minutes through, Ed Burns walks in as her boss, who she's in love with. **Rolling my eyes**

You know what? I give up with this play by play. Its too predictable. Boy meet girl, they fall in love and don't realize it, they realize it, 2 minutes later they do something stupid to piss the other one off, then friend/coworker/family member steps in to show them that they really do care, they go back to each other and live happily ever after. The end. Now, I try to maintain my feelings, you know, keep them under control. And with this movie, it was hard to keep my gag reflexes in control. It was very cheesy, very predictable, and completely unoriginal, but it had weddings. One thing that is guaranteed make Cait cry event is weddings. I can't help but cry when people find true love and they expresses it through vowing to love only one person for the rest of their lives. So of course, the end of the movie made me cry. As horribly predictable as it was, the wedding was still a nice touch.

Sorry for anyone how was stupid enough to read this thinking that I was not going to write in spoilers. There was no way you could avoid them, this movie gave spoilers the entire time!

And you can tell everybody this is your song....

In case you haven't noticed, hockey is a very important factor of my life. There is nothing I rather do than sit down and watch a game, review highlights, or argue who the best whatever is on what team. People are amazed at how much random knowledge I have about hockey, how passionate I am, and how much it affects my mood. When the Ranger's perform unsatisfactory, you can guarantee I will be a bit cranky afterwards. The other night I was able to remember who wore number 16 in 2003 (Bobby Holik). Its just something that sticks with me.

The problem now is Mr. Gary Bettman. For you see, he hasn't screwed over just the New York Rangers, no he's screwed up the entire game of hockey. Since Bettman's introduction to the NHL, he has created mayhem and problems. Sure, if I look hard enough there are probably some good changes he has implemented, but all of my memories have been Bettman messing around with the good ol' fashioned game of ice hockey.

Bettman's most influential folly was the 2003-2004 Lock Out. Forget my need to watch hockey, Bettman broke tradition! 88 years, 88 Stanley Cups have been awarded. Wars, depressions, and natural disasters have not prevented the Stanley Cup from being awarded. Ten years with Bettman, and the Stanley Cup is not awarded. 310 days without hockey, a new set of rules, a salary cap, a new and confusing draft, and millions of pissed off fans is what Gary Bettman will be remembered for, there is not much else noteworthy.

It is my God given right to root for a team that is capable of buying any player, yet chooses to sign players who are way past their prime. That's what the Rangers do, go read my last hockey blog, and Gary Bettman prevents them for doing so with the salary cap.

These crazy rules were only set up to create a higher scoring game. That was his big plan, to attract more fans, not to ease the players burdens. He wants more money through revenues of ticket, food, and merchandise that teams cannot spend on future players. Go figure.

The new draft is set up as a snake formation. They draft goes through 1-30, and then 30-1 and continuing onward. The point of the draft is the teams with the worst record in the league get to pick first and the winners of the cup pick last. It is simple and easy, not complicated or anything of the sorts.

But my biggest problem is the 310 days without hockey. 310 days of complete boredom. Sure, there's football, but it is not the same. Baseball, forget it. Hockey is everything to me. During those 310 days, all I did was watch old tapes of games. Taped playoff games from 1994, highlight reels of Mark Messier, and golden moments that MSG played every once and a while at 4:00am.

Now, I need sleep. I need to stop worrying about Gary Bettman. He should step down, go back to law or the NBA, and stay far away from my hockey.

Sweet dreams are made of these, Who am I to disagree??

Tonight I fully planned on ripping into Gary Bettman, but somethings came up. Namely everything I ate today. All I have to say is, man, I would make a horrible bulimic. I hate throwing up. I end up shaking and teary eyed, and just a mess. How do people do that everyday? Multiple times a day? I would collapse from my own stress of the act, not the lack of nutrition.

You know its funny this whole me being sick. Most college kids are hunched over the toilet because of their excessive drinking. Me? That would never be the case. I really don't like to drink, so I would never reach that point. Tuesdays are a really big drinking day for my floor. Tons of girls have later classes, so they don't see the harm in knocking back a few drinks before passing out for the night. To hear disgusting sounds emanating from the bathroom does not turn many heads. Now the whole floor thinks I was hanging out with Jose, Jim, and Johnny....

Moo, I have an exam in a few hours and I'm still shaking (making this post a bit of a challenge). This post is a bit

So here comes the breakdown....

I am sick, I am tired, I am done. I can't take this any more seriously. After finals, I will be so happy to leave this place for a few weeks. Sure, I'll miss my friends, but right now I'm pretty fed up with life here. Of course its stupid shit, and I try really hard not to whine on this thing, but it's hard not to when that is all that I want to do.

Years ago, I promise my self I would never cry over spilled milk, and this past week has really tested me. I don't feel like delving into that anymore so I propose a new topic.


Alright, the first topic I though of is the New York Rangers, players and coach. If you do not like hockey, stop reading now. If you hate the Rangers, you might want to stop. If you love Jagr, never come back to this page again.

Let's get this straight, the Rangers have always been a team compiled over washed up superstars, feisty guys who can't control themselves, and a few young guys that need years more in the minors. That has been the Ranger way, until the salary cap. For you see, franchises that aren't in hockey towns, can't seem to make money. Logically, they should be broken apart, players traded, and assets sold off.

However, I, nor a person with common sense, am not in charge of the NHL, rather Gary Bettman is commissioner of the NHL. Now, I can spend 3 years going on and on about how Gary Bettman has ruined the NHL by trying to turn it into a commercial sport. Changing the rule, keeping teams in cities that have no way of financially supporting a team (let alone a team in a sport that is not important to most Americans), and poor marketing will be Gary Bettman's legacy. This buffoon probably has Maurice "Rocket" Richard rolling in his grave. Oh and to top it all off, Gary Bettman is responsible for the NHL Lock Out, the worst winter of my life.

But right not I'm not worrying about Gary Bettman and the state of the NHL, I'm more worried about my boys. The Rangers have been struggling for the longest time. With Glenn Sather as GM, and Tom Renney as Head Coach, we, I mean they, are in for a few more hellish years. These two men are horrendous. They struggle to put together a cohesive team that is capable of working together. For the longest time, the Rangers had a few great players that knew how to inspire the team (ex. Mark Messier,Wayne Gretzky, Adam Graves, and Brian Leetch); but age eventually caught up to them and retirement was their only option. The Rangers were left with guys, who, in their day were fantastic and could skate circles around other guys, but now could barely fire the puck in the right direction.

In 2004, with bizarre contingencies, Jaromir Jagr was traded from the Washington Capitals to the New York Rangers (yes, I didn't link them because I'm getting lazy.) Unfortunately, his Garden debut was delayed as season thanks to the aforementioned Lock Out. During this time, Tom Renney decided that the best thing for the Rangers was to build the entire team around Jagr. Not the best plan considering Jagr is not the most dependable guy. You see, Jagr knows he is good, and he knows that he is needed. Jagr uses that to his advantage all the time. Constantly throwing tantrums, demanding special treatment, and a few other things made Jagr the diva of the NHL. The man only plays because he has a horrible gambling problem, only aided by the fact that Atlantic City is a 2 hour drive, and Connecticut casinos are not much further away.

But since Tom Renney was in charge, Jagr became the golden boy. Any form of clutch plays involved Jagr, power plays, overtime, and shootouts all had appearances by Queen Jagr. The only problem? He's not aggressive, he won't hit another player, he avoids contact with anyone, and he won't take a shot but won't pass it to another player. There is nothing you can do while on the ice with Jagr. The saddest thing about him? If he actually grew a pair and started to swing, he could do some serious damage. Six feet, six inches with skates, 250 lbs, and a butt that enters the ice 20 minutes after he does? Jagr could really take down some other players. Instead, Queen Jagr tucks in his sweater, skate around everyone (slowly, that butt don't move itself), or even better, refuses to play. When was the last time anyone saw him in a shoot out? Its been months! He tells the press that he's lost his confidence, but thats all bullshit. He knows he can't make those shots, and rather than fessing up to it or practicing, he just whines his way out of it.

And for years now the whole team has been built around him and him only. This was proved at the end of 2005-2006 season when in the first game of the first round of playoffs, Jagr dislocated his should against the New Jersey Devils. The Rangers fell apart. They were unable to compete against the Devils and were swiftly eliminated. Now, I hate the Devils, and I won't deny that they have had some decent teams over the past decade, but that year, the Rangers should have been able to play at their level. Without Jagr, the team didn't know what to do. This pattern has continued until this year.

Jagr's contract is up at the end, and unless he reaches, what is now an unreachable goal, a set amount of points (I think its 84), he will become a free agent. Most people think that he will not reach his needed points, but it really doesn't matter if he doesn't. He becomes a free agent, and he could potentially resign with New York. If this happens, you will hear my screams all over the world. Honestly, he really needs to retire. Get a handle on your gambling so you can manage to live comfortable on roughly $22 million, plus whatever he gets for appearances.

Currently, the Rangers have a fantastic team without him playing. Scott Gomez leads a whole lot of rookies, including Marc Staal and Fredrik Sjostrom, that have so much potential. If the Rangers continue to move in this direction, they could have a team ready for the 2008-2009 season that isn't a laughing stock. Granted, they would have to get rid of more the Jagr, Marek Malik and Petr Prucha need to go as well. Tom Renney and Glen Sather must hace a pact with someone to keep playing these guys for immortality, because they are just as bas as Jagr. Prucha, I was his biggest fan his rookie year. He had so much potential, and more importantly, so much heart, but it clearly wasn't enough to generate momentum to keep him playing at, not even an amazing level, but a decent level.

Now, there's not much I can do about the Rangers tonight, so I think I better head to bed before I think of something else that's wrong with the franchise, and I know I can do it.

Blackbird fly, Into the light of the dark black night

I haven't written much lately because of Spring Break, not much happens while lying on your couch constantly watching movies.

Absolutely nothing interesting to report. I accidentally slept through the class that usually inspires my posts, and Gen Psych really isn't that thought provoking.

Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you (actually its just the chords of this song stuck in my head, weird?)

Yesterday/today was/is Saint Patrick's Day. Not much to say about that. I stayed sober like always, and had a marathon of Back to the Future movies. I got through the first two before wanting to yell at Christopher Lloyd for being so weird.

Nothing to blog about because I've been a recluse. Homework, cleaning, and movies have dominated my life since Thursday night. I want to do things, I'm just too tired by the time I finish my day's work to do anything. I can't wait to be back at school. There I have freedom and my friends are 20 minutes away, they are 300 yards tops.

Spring is coming, my least favorite time of the year. I hate it because I never know what to wear. Tee-shirt its a bit too breezy out, sweats make you look ridiculous, and all you do is sweat. Everyone always tells me the best weather is 65, 70 degrees, but that drives me insane. Give me the cold, or give me the heat, at least then I can dress appropriately.

Meow. Brawr. Moo.

A love struck Romeo, sings in the streets a serenade...

I'm not one to preach. I don't really like to advertise my personal beliefs. Usually they are horribly silly, childish, and impractical for the anyone else but me. However, I was in church today and I decided that I hated the world at that moment. Religious, not religious, doubter, whatever you are, I don't care. I believe what I want, I don't think anyone else should believe what I believe. So if you're lapse in religion? I get that you don't want to go to mass, ever, but why do you torture yourself four times a year? Christmas Eve/Day, Ash Wednesday, Palm Sunday, and Easter Sunday, church is packed. Wall to wall, like sardines in a can, there were just people every where! Go home, you don't want to be there. Don't try to fool yourself. It would be like me going to Fashion Week, pointless and boring. Your kids sit there, scream/cry/pick and flick boogers the entire time while I attempt to sit there and listen to the priest-y dude-r (shut up). Just sleep in, drink your coffee, and let the kids watch their damn cartoons. If I see you again, well, God isn't the only one who smites with lightning....

Little boy blue and the man on the moon...

I'm home. This is the first time I've been happy to be home since I left for school. I've always like my family, just not my town. School has replaced my need to go home. Why am I home now? Well besides the dorms shutting down and kicking us out, I need to get away. Stress is finally getting to me and it's making me act really nutty. I actually went to a party last weekend, I don't know why. I had fun but the past two days have not been fun trying to recover, from the lack of sleep. Please, I didn't go insane and start drinking. Oh yeah, that's right. I don't drink. Don't ask, I just don't. Yes, I do wear tee shirts from the local bar back home, but I don't drink.

Yet another post, with no purpose. There's nothing interesting worth blogging about. Well there's a few things, but nothing I want complete strangers (and my total of 2 friends) to read.

I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze....

I'm still stalling this paper. It's due 6pm tomorrow. There's a good chance I might not finish, even though I have hours to write it. I left to take a 20 minute break, I was gone for 3 hours. I'm now sitting here listening to Dennis Leary's comedy CDs. He's hilarious, and everytime I listen to him I laugh hysterically. It scares my roommate. She thinks I'm crying, and it couldn't be further from the truth.

Now if she saw me 20 minutes ago, it would be understandable. The CD that I was listening to makes me turn green. Awkward memories attached to it, then again, what in my life isn't an awkward memory? Hahaha, like I said before, my life is a floating awkward balloon joke.

Dennis Leary = Awesome

He talks about hockey, Dick Butkus, the Stones, and Santa all in one joke. What is not to love. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I love hockey.

It's an unhealthy obsession, I eat sleep and breath hockey. Not just any hockey, but Ranger hockey. I don't care that I'm from Jersey, I love my New York boys. Honestly, I like any hockey. I'll sit down and watch any game, any where. I don't care that they haven't won the Cup since 1994. I still love them, I still hate Jamir Jagr, and I will forever love them. The lockout, the worst year of my life. Yes, this is a very jumpy entry. Yes, I'm desperately stalling this paper. Yes, I'm giving up now.

Yes, I've made the choice. Oh Papa I will stay....

I'm currently stalling my paper on awkward communication during a blind date, long story. There is no way better to stall a paper than Facebook and movies. The movie of choice? Beauty and the Beast. What a fantastic movie! Its in my Top 10, quite possibly in my Top 5. The characters, the hints of French (Lefou!), the story itself, and the music! Be Our Guest was my favorite song to play on the flute, so happy and upbeat.

This post really has no point. Life has been pretty boring, I've been sick since Sunday and I don't feel the need to chronicle stupid stuff like my naps or my meals.

It's my city! I'm the king of New York!

So I thought about deleting my old posts. The one's from high school, the one's that write me off as a whiny emo-brat. Then I realized that it was part of me, I was a whiny emo-brat at one point in my life. Nothing annoys me more than people like that, but apparently I was one, with a horrible taste in music. There is no purpose to this post. I'm bored and I figured I should do something.

I'm standing on the rooftop ready to fall...

The lack of entries is because of parties/sickness. I don't think they are linked in anyway, I'm just blah.

I know that there was a reason behind my last post, but I don't remember one specific event and I don't care really to relive the memories to figure it out. I had fun, I don't want to ruin the night with my thoughts.

I only half paid attention in class today. My professor said something about stealing kisses in the readings. Of course it sparked my interest, how do you steal a kiss? What constitutes as a stolen kiss? Has anyone ever been yelled at for stealing a kiss? Why had I never stolen a kiss? And then my brain exploded. Well, not really. I just lost interest. I mean, romance is lost on me. Sure, I like my fairy tales, but when has that ever panned out in real life? Love and affection has become something of convenience. Do I hope that there is someone out there for to prove me wrong? Daily. But the more people I meet, the more I feel my childish, and quite horrifically, emo, way of thinking is correct. Is this me depressed? Possibly. Is this me being stupid? Yes. Am I fishing for pity? No, I'm writing in my blog. It's an open journal.

I blame this class. It makes me feel hopeless. It forces us to think about life without hope, love, or purpose. Not the best class choice for someone who doubts love's existence in modern day.

I'm sorry I'm such a downer/pathetic/stupid today. This class is almost over, its only a few more weeks, maybe that will cheer me up.

Do you know what's really awkward?

Being at an Anything Goes But Clothes Party, and being sober....

More on that when I wake up.

Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world....

On my way to math, I realized that everyone is listening to music. CD players, iPods, mp3 players, whatever it was, people had it and they were using them. But the strange thing was the people themselves. They were just there, passively listening to their music. Isn't the purpose of music to entertain? People looked miserable! Granted, this was the LX, and who really wants to be on that bus, but still. I hear the opening chords to so many songs and I can't help but smile, air guitar, or hum along. I know I'm not the only one that does that! Why do the bus rides have to be so blah? Smiling and head bobbing might actually make you forget just for a moment that you're headed to class. Alright, maybe that last statement was a stretch, but it could happen. Right?

I apparently have horrible taste in music. I was informed that my taste in music is on par with a 15 year old boy. I don't see it though. I prefer music of the past, classic rock, southern rock, cheesy arena rock, and 70's/80's punk. Sure, I have my guilty pleasures, but that's what they are, guilty pleasures! My taste offends a ton of people too. I rather listen to AC/DC, REM, The Pouges, Jimmy Buffett over the Beatles. I can't stand the Beatles! I understand that they, along with Elvis, revolutionized rock and roll. I realized that without them, music would be completely different. But I don't like them! Their voices are so annoying, but the music, the instruments, well, they are impressive. I don't know why I don't like them, maybe it is because I was raised on Springsteen's Nebraska album, Nirvana's Lithium tape, and select songs by Ronnie Milsap.

This rant brought to you by boredom in Topics of Math for the Liberal Arts Majors.

** The title song is an example of music that you just can't help but smile at.

The colors of the rainbow are so pretty in the sky...

I spilled ALL of my chocolate chips in lecture today. Brower Lunch was less than satisfying, so I grabbed my chocolate chips to snack on during class. If you go into Scott Hall 135, second row from the back on the left hand side, there is a pile of chocolate chips and my sanity? Dignity? Who knows. The guy behind me laughed and my stomach growled loudly. Blargh!

Lecture today was on childhood and how it effects our brains. I believe I've never left childhood. Not in the sense that "I'm a kid at heart", because I am, but in the sense that I'm always willing. I've noticed that as people grow older they lose that sense of adventure, the willingness to experiment with new things. People become so set in their ways, and who wants to live like that? The spontaneity of life should be fully embraced at all times, not just in childhood. I don't know, maybe it's silly of me to want to always be able to drop everything and change my life's direction, but it's how I am.

My mother calls me a free-spirit, I don't get it. Apparently she had a 5 year plan at my age, and she doesn't get how I can't even plan my day out. I like the not knowing where I'm going next. I will forever be entertained by my life, through the good and the bad. I'm like those people in the 12-step programs, except I'm not addicted to anything, I take everything one day at a time. No rush, no fuss, just fun and laugher.

The cannons don't thunder, There's nothing to plunder...

I was born into the wrong generation. I'm throughly convinced that this is not my generation. I listen to way to a ton of older music, I enjoy older movies, and my values seem old fashioned. The first two examples aren't that important, but my values? I feel like I've spent too much time with my Grandmother when it comes to my values.

Now, don't get me wrong. I don't want us to (let's do the) time warp to sock-hops or anything like that. Men should be men, women should be women, common courtesy, and people should just be nicer. I'm not one to claim that I'm little Miss Perfect who loves and gets along with everyone (I leave that to Cassie). But shouldn't doors be held open, seats be given up for the elderly, pregnant, or handicapped? Life should not be a chore, nor should human decency. No one specific thing has started this rant, but doesn't anyone miss this? I don't know, maybe it's wishful thinking. Maybe I am part of the wrong generation.

Sorry that there's no joke. I've been studying all day. No laughing allowed while torturing my brain.

Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time....

I forgot to breathe in class today. Not just that, but I was speaking in class and forgot to breathe. A mass of words started to stumble out of my mouth, and there was no moment to breathe. It was a good twenty seconds before my lungs realized they were not doing their job.

You would think I would learn, but nope. I did it again ten minutes later. My brain and my lungs are clearly in an argument today. Why are my lungs so mad? I don't abuse them! Clearly, I have to sit everybody down and talk it out. Not breathing = not good. I'm 18, you think I'd know how to breathe by now.

I've written this whole thing, and I don't know how to spell breath, breathe? What is it? How can I write an entire entry on something I don't know how to spell correctly?

I have a lecture, Monday mornings on boredom. I thought it would be on boredom, what causes boredom, and why we need it. So far, all it has done is bore me. Did you know machines can't get bored?! That was part of today's lecture! This is the same class that spawned skydiving with fish. Thanks to lecture, my mind wandered to Back to the Future. Did you know we are getting hover boards in two years? That will be so sweet!!! No more riding the EE!

PS From now on the titles of my post's will be a line from a song that is stuck in my head. I'm horrible at coming up with titles, so this is my little cop out.

Tired...

It took me 5 minutes to figure out what my friends were talking about yesterday during dinner. I was listening, but I didn't realize that they were making fun of someone at the table. I really need to focus more during dinner conversations.

I'm dead tired, haven't talked to many friends this weekend. No funny stories.

Oh, nope. Sorry it's not funny.

Good night

"Hallelujah Mary loved her son...."

Hair was cool. Well, actually it was cool the first three times, by the fourth I was bored and the fifth was a bit unnecessary. I can't help it. I'm **really** like the "music". I like the whole thing really, and I'm glad I saw it. Next weekend is Pillowman! I can't wait to see that.

Not much to say. I spent most of the day sleeping, and on the EE. Tomorrow my parents are coming and then studying, studying, and more studying.

"I believe in love..."

Well, there's nothing left to say...